I need privacy. I need a place to think. I need a place where my so-called knights aren't following me around like bloody lost dogs, unable to think for themselves for a single moment without needing me to intervene-

A door appeared before Tom and he breathed a sigh of relief, shuffling forward quickly to separate himself from the rest of the castle before he lost his temper.

He lost his temper quite often, in fact; it was something that he struggled with since he was a boy. Blinding rage would blur his vision and he would lash out, punishing whatever - or whomever - had brought the anger on in the first place. Hell, he felt as if he was using the cruciatus curse more often than any other spell these days, attempting to teach his knights to fall into line, listen, obey.

But this time was different.

This time, he found his rage bubbling over more than ever, and he truly struggled to keep himself from completely falling into insanity, with only a small line between sanity and insanity existing in the first place.

Because surely, two of his knights weren't this stupid.

His knights weren't so fucking stupid that they all but crippled a fifth year student, 'practicing' their unforgivables to please him.

They weren't so fucking stupid that they did a horrendous job obliviating her, where she could remember seeing a student in green robes during her attack.

They weren't so. Fucking. Stupid. That their faces still showed pride, expecting him to praise them, give them a pat on the back, be thrilled that they had been practicing.

But they were. And he was infuriated.

He seethed as an alarm went off in the back of his mind.

Watch it. You need people. Without these bloody idiots, you'll be unable to take the position you want. You can't have a following if everyone is dead.

So rather than having green light reverberating throughout his dormitory, slicing his followers down and just being done with it - with them, with their incompetencies, their ignorance - he left, slamming the portrait behind him and stalking to the corridor that held the room of hidden things.

If he couldn't torture his knights, then certainly, he could escape them for a bit, before things got out of hand. He needed time to breathe, to think, before he had to go back and clean up their mess.

Again.

He wasn't the type to enjoy when things went wrong or were beyond his control.

So when he pushed the door open and practically ran inside, imagine his impending displeasure upon discovering his whole life, his entire being, would be disrupted as the door closed swiftly behind him with a slight thud before disappearing entirely.

When he was introduced to the same corridor he had thought he was escaping from.

When he would discover that asking for an escape from his insufferable knights would result in him traveling forward in time, to September 12th, 1997; a time that undoubtedly separated him from his knights, but not necessarily in the way he had intended.

Merlin have mercy on the person who would inform him of this surprise.

Tom Riddle hated surprises.

So, there it is! First chapter of my first Tomione story. I know it's short but I want to see if people are interested in it with a kinda preview? Idk but please follow/review and let me know what you think! I'll love you forever!

-marauderswagger